"Ah, really... I want to go back home. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In the empty apartment room, Brick sat by the window and looked at the dark blue night sky and muttered, "I don't know when my father and mother will receive my letter... This letter will take a month to come and go. ”

Remembering the lively room in the past, Brick sighed again. The contrast between the excitement of the past and the emptiness of the present made him feel even more lonely and bored, and now that his friends had left, he couldn't help but miss his relatives even more. The room used to be full of fun, and the two of them often sat and chatted in the dead of night, sometimes playing cards with Blyukhel. Or they go too far on a whim, and the other people next door who are going to take exams or go to sleep often run to them in a hurry to ask them to whisper so that they can study or fall asleep quietly.

"That dog thing in Blyukhel still owes me three silver dollars that I haven't paid back... And..."

Who else? Brecke suddenly realizes that he has forgotten the roommate he lives with.

"It's strange, I remember I've always been alone in a room," Breke looked at the other empty bed, "but I always felt like there should be someone else on this bed... Otherwise, how will I fight the landlord with Blyukhel..."

Brick suddenly felt a chill in his vest.

It was as if a piece of his memory had been dug up.

"That day, yes... It was the day I went to see Mr. Yat-sen. He slowly rubbed his temples as he recalled, "What did we go to see Mr. Yat-sen that day, and what did we do after meeting him?"

Why can't I recall the memories of the time I left to see Mr. Yat-sen and the time I returned to the apartment?

Why didn't I feel a little out of place before?

Who exactly is the person I live with?

Who erased my memory?

Just as he was rapidly turning his mind to find out the hidden answers behind this series of questions, suddenly there was a commotion in the distance, and the sound of rapid leather boots could be faintly heard on the ground—yes, the sound of a group of people in leather boots running fast.

Aside from Sakurafu's army, there shouldn't be anything else.

Thinking of this, Brick also put aside the myth in his heart for the time being, and walked to the window to look out. He vaguely saw that the lights were constantly lit from the street to the end of the street, two blocks away from the apartment, and shouts were heard, and presumably the source of the commotion was in that direction.

"It seems to be the Ottoman Empire's residence for international students, right? What are those turban guys doing again? Last time I got drunk and forced my way into the women's bathroom to sing mandarin duck tea, what did I do this time?"

Brick wondered with interest what had happened, inexplicably forgetting the question he had just been worried about, as if someone had forcibly blocked him from thinking in this direction.

"(Sakurafu) Get out of the way, get out of the way—"

Suddenly, he heard a girl's voice in the dark night sky.

"Hmm, where is the noise?" he poked his head out to look into the surrounding streets, only to find that the streets were empty in the middle of the night.

"Don't you understand (Sakurafu)-getawayyouidiot-!"

Bang -

The girl who fell from the sky and crashed into room 311 of the Mingguo International Student Apartment collided with Bryke.

"(Official) Hmm... It hurts, it hurts..."Blake tried to sit up as he touched the back of his head that had made intimate contact with the wooden floor—fortunately, the students downstairs had already returned to China, otherwise they would have been in trouble for this.

He felt something soft sit on his stomach.

He suddenly remembered some of the science fiction novels he had read before—what a silver-haired and blue-eyed pursuer, what a fun-loving all-powerful angel, what the first princess of Debiluk...

He likes this kind of heroine very much.

-- As long as you don't sit on top of him.

- Also, it's so heavy, isn't it a girl who can run with both fists, run on the train, and break the big stone chrysanthemum on her chest to open the cap.

Bryke shuddered and opened his eyes.

Slightly curly silver hair.

Petite and cute face, but for some reason the face is flushed.

Wrapped in a tattered black cloak, the hem was a little tattered, revealing a pair of smooth white thighs—one of Bric's hands was on it. That is, a cute little silver-haired girl sits on his stomach from the unspeakable part of the neck down, with two bare slender legs and bare feet straddling Brecker's body.

"Huh-huh?"

Breke couldn't react for a moment, but the little girl quickly regained her composure, and she carefully rolled off Breke and guessed on the floor, making a dull "thump" sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Y-Hello, I'm... uh..."

The little girl suddenly showed a bright expression of "yes": "I am the holder of the 103,000 magic guide books, and my name is Zhen Soul... No, my name is Intix!"

――I'm not modest, I'm an international student, how did I become the protagonist of a youth romantic comedy?

Caught in a state of confusion, Breke unconsciously muttered, "Silver-haired... Wouldn't it be necessary for the evil church to chase after you?"

"Oops... This guy has actually seen it..."The silver-haired girl with a "terrible" expression couldn't help but muttered to herself, "I knew I would have made up a name..."

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing!"

The girl shook her head desperately, trying to cover up the past.

"What's that behind you?" Bu Ban Brick suddenly noticed that the girl was carrying something full of disobedience on her back - a black wooden shell, tightly clasped by a cover of the same material but slightly protruding, and a few chains were tied haphazardly to tie the seams tightly, and it looked full of heaviness.

"Hey, isn't this a coffin!"

He couldn't help but complain.

"That's... Well... What about this... This is my magic dress!"

"Huh, are the worldviews mixed up?"

"You've read all the comics!"

The girl shouted.

“？”

"I—I mean, why aren't you surprised?" the girl who blew herself up again broke the jar and tried to fulfill her lie.

"Because you're talking about these comics and novels. Banzhuan pointed to the thread-bound book "faith/stayknight" spread out on the table, and said with a look of hope, "I guess someone from your world pretended to be a novel to reveal the things about your world... And then the government agencies that wanted to cover it up were also pushed to publish it as a novel..."

"It's a great help that you have such a rich imagination," the girl let out a long sigh of relief and hung her shoulders weakly.

"By the way, since you're Intix..."

The students of Ming suddenly approached the girl.

"Hey... What are you going to do!" The girl pulled her tattered cloak back and shrunk back.

"Then I might have a 'fantasy killer' too!Let me touch your 'mobile church'!" slabs gasped and held out his left hand to the girl who was cornered.

"Ahh

"Don't, let me touch it! Don't look at it, don't listen to it, don't say it, don't move—"

The bricks slammed into the city.

"Babble-"

Brush pulling――

First, it turns out that Breck is still the same Breeck, and he doesn't have any superpowers like the Fantasy Killer just because something surreal happened.

Second, although the clothes were not scattered and pinned with pins as in the novel, the rude movements of the bricks ripped off the tattered cloak on the girl's body, revealing the white body of the petite ****.

"So I'm a one-side—"

Smack-

Third, the red and swollen palm prints on Brecke's face prove that he also doesn't possess any vector control ability.

It was a huge help that there was no one in the apartment.

"It's unbelievable! Are you Ming people all perverts!"

The girl who carefully rewrapped her cloak took over Bric's bed, angrily denouncing the original owner of the bed kneeling beside it. The original owner of the bed was kneeling on the ground touching his hot and painful face, worried about the bed that was bent by the weight of the coffin. He recalled the scene when he was hit by a car and was generally blown away by a slap, and regretted it a little, obviously he should have calmed down when he saw her running around with such a heavy coffin on her back.

It's all about this world where you don't have a girlfriend.

"That..."

"What, do you want to be a pervert!"

"It's not... Can you take off your magic costume, I think my bed is going to be crushed. ”

He tried to organize the language as much as possible.

"No way! Requiem is so much more important than you pervert and your bed!"

The girl turned around with the coffin and turned to face the wall, and Bric's bed made an overwhelmed "squeak" sound.

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